Smutmas Fic: A Root So Deep for Kaalee
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Title: A Root So Deep (2/2)
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wook77
Recipient:kaalee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seamus/Dean
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based in the world created by J.K.Rowling. As such, none of these characters belong to me. No harm is meant and no profit is made.
Summary: There is an Irish proverb that states, "when the root is deep, there is no need to fear the wind". Seamus is about to learn how deep the root of his friendship with Dean truly is.
Author's Note: Many many thanks to one very special person (ficlette that inspired so much of this. Also thanks to my cadre of betas and cheerleaders - anasuede,ficlette,fiona_fawkes,irrevokable,oconel,wendy and yodels, - without whom this story wouldn't be the work it is. The phrases that begin each section are all Irish proverbs or blessings. All Gaelic has been translated by The English-Irish Dictionary. The first part is here.
For what cannot be cured, patience is best
Seamus woke with a raging headache. The cotton-mouth and churning stomach reiterated that he'd probably done something stupid the night before. His memory was fuzzy though and he hoped that the foolish feeling was just due to too much whiskey and not enough common sense.
He cursed the sunlight bleeding through the curtains as he stumbled into the kitchen. His eyes were slits as he searched for the hangover potion that he could have sworn he had somewhere. Each time he shifted his clutter, looking for the bloody potion, metal banged on metal and he cursed low and bitterly. With a heartfelt thanks sent up to whatever god had allowed him to finally find it, Seamus downed the potion and made his way into the bathroom.
The hot shower revived him somewhat. He'd neglected his pub for the past week, ever since he'd realised that Dean was ignoring his owls, and it was time that he corrected that. He didn't want to fail her. With that thought in mind, he grabbed the first pair of denims he could find and a ripped t-shirt that had stood him in good stead for years and dressed quickly.
He waved off Liam and made his way into the office. Paperwork waited for no man and Seamus could see it stacked - the till reports, supply requests and invoices all stacked haphazardly. It was as he was cutting a swath through the paperwork that the door creaked open.
"Whatever it is, I'm not wanting to hear about it, Liam. Why didn't you tell me we were almost out of Harp's? A man's got to have his Harp's. I'll be calling the supplier in a bit to see if he can rush a delivery." Seamus didn't look up from the desk as he spoke.
"'M not Liam." Just like that, Seamus was back to the misery of last night, of the last week, of the last month. Methodically, he put the paperwork down in an organized fashion and then looked at Dean. His mate looked miserable as well and that helped a bit.
"Right, I can see that." There was an awkward pause that they'd never been a pair for before. "I'm not doing this where the world can hear. Come in and shut the door, yeah?"
Dean did so and looked out of place, standing and fidgeting. He'd never been one to fidget, he was always the still one while Seamus was the one that needed to move about.
"If you're just here to tell me, in person, that I shouldn't have pushed, that I'm always pushing and that I shouldn't have, that I made you do something you didn't want to do, that it shouldn't have happened and that I've fucked up the friendship, there's no need. I've given myself that lecture plenty of times. All I can do is promise it won't happen again. 'M sorry for pushing." Seamus raked a hand through his hair as he spoke.
"And if that's not what I want?" Dean's words were soft, so very soft that Seamus wasn't sure that he'd heard properly.
"What? You want me to fuck off and leave you alone? We've been friends for fifteen years, mate. You want me to give that up? Jesus, I didn't think I'd fucked up that badly." His eyes dropped and Seamus looked at the paperwork again, trying to keep his mind on anything but the heartbreak.
"I didn't say that, Shay. You're always talking, can't get a word in but… but this is important and I need to say it." Dean's voice trailed off. "Would you look at me, please?"
It was the pleading that had Seamus looking up.
"I, I've felt things for years around you. You're always touching me and I wrote off the feelings the touching brought to anything but what they might have been. You're so much more open than me, yeah? I plod along and we're really the tortoise and the hare, aren't we? I'm the tortoise, content to be as I am, going with the flow and you're the hare, racing through life and embracing everything. I kissed you." The last words were whispered and if the rest of it didn't make much sense to Seamus, that didn't much matter in the face of the hope that was blossoming.
Instead of speaking, Seamus stood and came around his desk, leaning on the front, closer to Dean but not overly close. "You did, yes. I'll admit to being a bit curious as to why."
"When we found my father, do you remember?" Seamus nodded and Dean continued, "It's been building since you came into the bathroom and then you were wanking and when you were licking me that night, I couldn't hold it anymore. I kissed you." Dean's words were whispered once more.
"Said that already. You seemed to enjoy it as well."
"I did and that scared me and then we kept going. Before I could absorb that I liked kissing you, we had our trousers around our ankles. Your mouth, great God above, your mouth." Dean made an aborted gesture towards Seamus. Responding, Seamus straightened and approached, standing closer but not touching.
"I've a talent for more than talking, then, that's good to know." Seamus laughed, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
"Stop making light, Seamus. I'm saying that I'm attracted to you and that it scares me. It scares me. I never thought of it until you were there and surrounding me." Dean sounded and looked so lost with his eyes downcast, looking anywhere but at Seamus.
"Not once in all these years? You never wanked to thoughts of me? I've done it for years, wanted you, wanted you to want me. I've had more time with it so I can understand the fear. Just," Seamus's voice trailed off as he reached out and touched Dean's arm. "Just don't walk away from me. Don't ignore me. These past few weeks since… well, since, it's been like I'm without my arm or my heart and that's killed me. We can ignore it and go back to what we are or we can work through it just don't ignore me."
Dean responded to the pleading by embracing Seamus tightly and Seamus breathed in the scent, arms coming up and winding tightly as well.
"I know patience isn't one of your virtues but, be patient with me. It's new but it's you and…" Dean trailed off, words soft for all their importance.
"I know, more than you realise." Seamus brushed his lips against Dean's shirt.
"I'm so scared." Dean whispered and Seamus moved his lips to Dean's neck, lightly lipping at the skin there.
"Do you think I'm not? Do you think this is easy for me? You'd be wrong if you did." When Dean turned his head, touching lip to lip with him, Seamus resisted the urge to deepen the touch to a kiss, lovely and wet like the other night.
"I thought it might be. You're more open about yourself, more secure. You're good with change and you know me, I'd be happy if everything stayed the way it was and, just kiss me, will you? Please?" Before the last word could finish, Seamus was touching Dean's lips with his tongue and then Dean was responding, tongue darting out to touch tongue. Seamus fisted his hands into Dean's hair, holding tightly while Dean ravaged his mouth.
Seamus finally halted the kiss. "I need to breathe."
Forehead to forehead, they panted. "Alright there?"
Dean nodded in response. "When we're kissing, it's all I can think of, it's when we stop that it comes rushing back."
"Hate to be the voice of reason and all but I'm not wanting to do this if you're unsure. Not willing to go on like this past month." Seamus pulled back but Dean drew him close again.
"I want to try." Dean leaned forward and nipped Seamus's lip. "I want this." He sucked in the lip, kept it clamped between his teeth. "I want you. Just have some patience with me."
"Alright, then." For Dean, for this, Seamus was willing to be more patient than he'd been in his life.
Better own a trifle than want a great deal.
It was a slow development, slower than Seamus could stomach at times what with knowing what Dean's cock felt like, tasted like. His dreams and fantasies took on a life of their own as he remembered and that memory fueled the need. For every two steps forward, they leaped back a step. Dean was shy and hesitant and not Dean, in Seamus's opinion.
"It's time there's a new piper." Seamus muttered to himself as he waited for Dean to come over for dinner. It was time for the dancing to finish, Seamus wanted and couldn't deal with waiting longer.
The flat was clean (for once) and new sheets were on the bed, the best plates from the pub were on the table and the cook's special Guinness stew was warming on the stove. There was wine and lager ready to be poured and candles sputtering about the flat. Seamus had even put on regular trousers instead of his standard denims along with a button down shirt. The knock on the door came as Seamus was putting the final touches on cleaning.
Opening the door with a grin, Seamus pulled Dean inside. "You know you can just come in, wanker. Always expecting a bloody party when you arrive."
Dean just laughed and looked around the flat before whistling. "What's the occasion?"
"You, mate. I've something for you later." Seamus led them into the kitchen. "Hungry?"
"Pressies? What for?" Dean sniffed appreciatively. "Don't tell me you cooked. I'm not in the mood to be poisoned."
"Sod off, if I bothered to cook, you'd love it. As it happens, though, I had the pub's cook save me some of his stew. Better than my mam's but don't be telling her that."
Dinner was a quick affair, the conversation easy and flowing, each taking opportunities to take the piss out of the other. After dinner, though, Dean looked curious and Seamus shooed him to the main room while he slid the plates into the sink and did a rudimentary cleaning.
"Where are the pressies, then?" Dean asked from the couch as Seamus walked into the room.
"Funny you should ask…" Seamus's voice trailed off.
"You promised pressies, now you're telling me you don't have any? Not on, mate, not on." Dean looked put out and Seamus grinned before moving to stand in front of him.
His hands were slow as they undid his shirt, revealing his chest inch by inch. When the shirt was unbuttoned, he shrugged it off before going to work on his belt and trousers.
"What's this, then?"
"Me, me and my mouth, my body, whatever you want. I'm yours to do with as you please but I'm needing more than my own hand anymore." Reaching out, Seamus touched Dean's face as he stared, either in shock or horror, Seamus couldn't much tell.
"Moving to the next step, are we? What if I'm not ready?" Was Dean toying with him or was he serious? Seamus couldn’t tell.
"I'm hoping you're ready. Am about to burst for wanting you. Need your hands on me, your weight over me. If you're willing, I need you in me." Dean shuddered in response as Seamus revealed his lack of pants as the trousers slid down his legs.
"You're overdressed for this, let me help you." Seamus knelt and started to slide Dean's shirt over his head. "I love to touch you. 'S hard to believe that I get to, you know? That this," Seamus drifted his hands over Dean's chest, touching and tweaking at the rings, "this is mine and I'm allowed. I dreamed of this for years, you know. I'd wank, God, I'd wank over this. Just to feel you."
Seamus leaned forward and tongued one of the rings, pulling it into his mouth. He could feel the tendons in Dean's neck stretch as his head went back, a moan pulled out of his mouth.
"I wanted you for years. Do you remember when we fought about Quidditch and my stubborn pride? That's the first time I noticed you this way. Wanted to do this even then though I didn't realise it at the time." Rubbing his hands up and down Dean's torso, playing lightly over the ridges on Dean's stomach, Seamus continued, "Wanted to taste you even then. Can I taste you now?"
Without waiting for permission, Seamus started undoing Dean's belt and the fastening on his trousers.
"Please." The word was guttural and low and had Seamus's cock twitching.
"Please what? Please touch you?" Seamus pulled Dean's cock free, holding it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip. "Please taste you?" He leaned forward and licked the tip, mouthing it. "Or please stop?" Seamus pulled back and let go, not touching.
Dean growled before pulling Seamus up to ravage his mouth. "Don't stop, you cocktease. Don't fucking stop."
"Cocktease, am I? Sure you know what that means? I've not started yet."
"I'm in for it, aren't I? Do your worst." Dean leaned back and flopped his wrist over his forehead. Seamus laughed before licking and nipping a path down Dean's chest.
"Let's get you out of these." Seamus tugged at Dean's trousers until they reached his shoes. Ever so deliberately, Seamus undid the ties and slid first one shoe and then the other off. He then pulled the socks off, teasingly drifting his fingers over Dean's arch. The trousers came next, followed by Seamus's tongue and lips. "I love your legs, so long and muscular. I love your feet, love that your one toe crooks out a bit from the others. Can't remember how it happened, can you?" Seamus rubbed his finger over it.
"Think my sister broke it, dropped something on it but get on with it, you're killing me here." Dean's head was tossed back and Seamus slid up to lick at the tendons of his neck.
"What do you think you've been doing to me these past two months? Every fucking time you left me after snogging or touching me, I've had to rub one off. I've done it so many times, I think I've rubbed it raw." When Dean's hand twined in his hair, Seamus found himself pulled forward.
"And I'm not frustrated?"
"Couldn't tell that, what with your go slow tortoise approach." Seamus grinned and Dean let go.
"Why do I bother with you?" The exasperation in Dean's voice was belied by the smile and laughter.
"You love my mouth, admit it." Before Dean could react, Seamus grabbed the base of Dean's cock and sucked in as much as he could into his mouth.
"Too right, God, don't stop." The hand in his hair encouraged him to take more and Seamus obliged, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked before licking what he could. "This is what I think about, your mouth and your arse. The thoughts I've ..." Dean gasped as Seamus continued to slide up and down Dean's length. " If I'd had the balls that God gave a Gryffindor, I would have said it earlier but oh there, right there, Shay but I didn't know how to say I wanted to fuck you into the mattress and, Jesus, you've a mouth on you."
Seamus pulled off after licking the purpling vein one last time but kept his grip firm. "You just did. Did you think I'd turn it down? That's my main fantasy, you over me, in me, on me, all around me. 'M not a mind-reader, you know. Talk to me. Please, I need you to talk to me."
"I've wanted you there, just there for weeks. Even after I ran and don't you laugh at me, after I ran that first night, the sight of you on your knees in front of me has haunted me."
"What else, what else do you want?" Seamus leaned and licked at the rings again, tongued them and tugged at them.
"You. just you, Shay." More than anything Dean could have said, that simple admission broke Seamus. Sliding up Dean's body, Seamus kissed him deeply, hungrily.
Dean's arms came around him and held tight, insistently lifting him so that he sat on Dean's lap. Their erections brushed and the couch was suddenly too small because Seamus wanted to lay them out, one on top of the other and he didn't much care who was on top.
"The bedroom, Shay, let's go to the bedroom." Dean was much better at mind reading, Seamus decided as Dean stood and Seamus's legs slid to the ground.
"You going to fuck me through the mattress?"
Dean laughed and started to back up towards the bedroom, kneading Seamus's arsecheeks with his hands, pulling him along in his wake. "That's the plan."
A shudder wracked his body at Dean's acknowledgement. They only bumped into the doorframe on their way before Dean pulled him down onto the bed, Seamus on top. He moaned and Dean swallowed the sound, whimpering.
Seamus started lightly rutting against Dean, erections rubbing. In response, Dean grasped Seamus's hair, taking control. "You're going to make me come, you keep doing that."
"That's the plan." Seamus responded and Dean laughed at hearing his own words echoed back at him.
"Not until I'm in you, if this is about what I want and you're my present then I want your arse." Seamus smirked in response even as he ran his thumb across the tip of Dean's cock and lifted it to his mouth, licking off the wetness.
Dean growled and flipped them, pressing Seamus into the mattress. His movements were rough as he lifted Seamus's hands over his head and held them there with his left hand. "Such a naughty mouth," he murmured as he rubbed against the thigh that found its way between his legs.
If anyone were to ask, Seamus would deny that the mewl that sounded in the room came from him. But when Dean rolled on top, taking control and forcing Seamus's hands over his head, he almost came.
This was more than he'd dreamed, Dean taking control and making Seamus do what he wanted, Christ it was hot and overwhelming. He cried out when Dean finally grabbed his cock, arching into that hot palm.
Melting into the kiss suddenly forced on him as much as his bound hands would allow, Seamus used his teeth to pull Dean lower, closer.
"Whatever you want, Dean, whatever you want, please, anything."
"Tell me how we do this, I'm not going to last much longer." Dean's hands let go of Seamus and when he lifted off slightly, Seamus opened the drawer of his bedside table and flailed for the lube he kept in there.
Not willing to take the time directions would take, Seamus spread the lube between both his hands, one moving to take Dean's cock in hand, the other penetrating himself, stretching and moving.
"There, please, go." Seamus arched up into Dean, rubbing against one another again before grabbing Dean's cock and trying to guide it. Dean batted his hand away, though and guided himself to Seamus's hole. "Slow, Dean, just go slow."
Dean nodded, pressing his forehead to Seamus's before starting a slow penetration, sinking into the heat and moaning as he drove further in. Seamus's face twisted, the burn of the initial penetration sweeping through him before he finally adapted. He nodded and Dean finished, sinking balls' deep into him. He felt full, almost too full, of Dean's cock but he wouldn't trade it for the world, not with Dean's face screwing up into that expression and the weight of him pressing down, trapping him.
When Dean pulled out and then slammed back in, Seamus cried out. "Sorry, so sorry, I'll stop, didn't mean it." Dean sounded panicked.
"You'd better have meant it or you're a worse cocktease than I've ever been. Move, for the love of God, move." Seamus thrust his hips into Dean, sinking him further.
Dean took him at his word, thrusting in and pulling back before thrusting once more. Seamus lifted his legs so that they rested over Dean's shoulders, blessing those yoga lessons in whatever city they'd been in. When Dean's hand grasped his one leg, gripping it tightly, Seamus shuddered. When that hand then slid down his leg until it could grasp his cock, Seamus lost that last thread of control and came, panting and moaning. Unintelligible words like yes and you and fuck and only you poured out of his mouth.
It was far too much and Seamus hoped he hadn't blacked out like he suspected he might have. Dean's body was heavy over his but Seamus didn't mind.
Dean thrust once, twice more and then he was coming as well, dropping onto Seamus. The silence grew between them, slowly becoming awkward and he knew that Dean was starting to think too much about what'd just happened. Dean rolled off, removing that comforting weight from Seamus. He protested the loss with a moan as he wanted nothing more than to keep touching, curl into Dean like a sodding jessie and sleep but then Dean opened his mouth.
"Seamus, I…" Dean trailed off.
"If you say we shouldn't have done that or anything else similar, I swear to all that's holy that I will punch you, amazing fuck or no." Seamus muttered the words as he put an arm over his eyes. If Dean was going to ruin this glow and moment, Seamus didn't really want to see it.
Dean sighed. "I'm not gonna say that. I just don't-- I'm not sure we should--"
Then his hand crept over, touching Seamus lightly with the back.
"Good thing you aren't going to say any of that." Seamus rolled to face Dean. "Then I couldn't do this." Seamus cupped Dean's cheek and leaned to press a kiss lightly to Dean's lips.
"Or this." Seamus drifted a hand down the side of Dean's body, the back of his hand lightly playing over that skin that he'd gripped and touched before.
"Or even this." Shifting slightly, Seamus leaned in and licked the ring closer to him, catching the loop with the tip of his tongue and tugging lightly.
"I'd hate to ruin this mug." Seamus's hand drifted back up to stroke Dean's face.
"Will you stay?"
Dean shifted, pulling Seamus slightly on top of him. The pressure of his body seemed to comfort Dean, calming the uncertainty.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay." Dean's voice was soft and sleepy. "You'll stay too, yeah?"
"Course, mate, it's my bed. Are we going to be weird in the morning?" Seamus shifted so he was a bit more on top of Dean, leg thrown over him as if he could hold him there and keep him from bolting.
As he waited for Dean's answer, Seamus reached up and twined a hand into Dean's hair and with his other hand, grabbed Dean's arm and pulled it around himself.
He felt like a sap as he arranged them so that he was held but, Christ, he wanted the fantasy at the least, even if Dean wasn't there in the morning. The feel of Dean's fingertips brushing small circles across his back soothed and relaxed him.
"Nah. I won't be weird. Unless you're weird. Don't be weird, alright? You'll set me off."
"I'll be sure to be my normal morning self. I know how much you love me when I'm grumpy." The small circles had goose pimples rising on Seamus's flesh.
Pushing his nose into Dean's neck, he mumbled, "Sleep now?"
Dean shifted, moulding their bodies closer and Seamus slowly drifted off, the rhythmic rise and fall of Dean's chest lulling him the rest of the way.
Little talk is easy to cure.
The pub was full of friends and family, crowded to the point of having too many people, really. They were all there to celebrate the continued success of Seamus's pub over the six months it'd been open.
Time had passed quickly, time spent either at Dean's or, more than likely, Seamus's flat above the pub. Time spent exploring each other, adapting and learning. Time spent without the words 'I love you'. If it hadn't been for that small deficiency, these past few months with Dean would have been the greatest time of his life. He couldn't count the number of times he'd bit back the words, not wanting to push and giving Dean his request for patience.
Liam waved him over to the bar and Seamus excused himself from the rambling conversation that he was having with his uncle to man the taps until Liam returned from the supply room. Sending a prayer of thanks to Heaven, Seamus grinned as he watched Dean move through the crowd, taking drink orders and making sure that everyone was well satisfied. Dean's willingness to pitch in as waitstaff was a godsend and Seamus couldn't help eyeing Dean's arse as he shimmied between two crowds and raised three fingers, signaling for three lagers more. Considering who they were for, Seamus pulled the tap for the Harp's and laid them on the counter. He slapped away a few greedy hands as he watched Dean approach. Answering Dean's grin with a sly wink and a leer, he gestured towards the three pints on the bar.
Instead of worming his way through the crowd in front of the bar, Dean came in behind him and leaned around him to gather up the pints. His voice was intimate as it purred into his ear, close enough for the breath to puff against it, "You know, you keep watching my arse trot about the room and you aren't going to get anything done here. Think about the tips you'll lose."
It was a good thing Seamus was behind the bar because even now, after five months of their dating and three months of steady shagging, Dean could get Seamus to react with a whisper. They'd had just long enough together for Dean to know all his buttons to push and not enough time for Seamus to learn to resist them.
Responding like he thought Dean wanted, Seamus leaned back into Dean, rubbing his arse into Dean's crotch. "Fuck the tips, mate. The crowd isn't paying anyway. I'd much rather watch your arse and think about what it could be doing right now than worry about a few ales and thirsty people."
"You are such a tease, Shay," Dean purred into his ear, "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? And you know that this little party of yours doesn't end for a few hours yet?"
Seamus could feel Dean responding as he wiggled his arse deeper into Dean. It never failed to amaze Seamus that this was real and happening and not just a fantasy.
"Do I? I'm just trying to help you distribute a few beers to the masses. Although, we could disappear for a bit, no one would miss us. What do you say, as soon as Liam reappears…" Seamus's voice trailed off on a husky note.
"This is your party, Finnigan," Dean laughed into his ear. "You know you've got to stay here and mingle with your guests."
"'M not mingling now, stuck behind the bar like this." Seamus was distracted by the feel of Dean's hand on his arm, his warmth baking into his back, the touch of his lips on his ear and then…
"I love you, Shay." The words took a few minutes to penetrate, dampened as they were by the crowd and the noise around them. The moment dragged on as Seamus absorbed them, wondered if he'd misheard. When he turned to say something to Dean, Dean was gone, lost in the crowd with a tray of beers for the groups. He barely caught sight of him as he shimmied between a group of Seamus's cousins and a group of friends.
He didn't know what to think, how to react. Instead, he stared after Dean bemusedly. When he finally found Dean again, the tosser was flirting with a woman in a bright red dress and a small thread of jealousy snuck through before Seamus pushed it down. Dean'd just said he loved Seamus, hadn't he? He was just helping the lady with her drink.
As he responded to his uncle's pounding on the bar with a pint and then talking to his cousin in a low yell about his fine place, a right fine place, he lost track of Dean. The drifting hand on his thigh startled him into spilling the lager he'd been pouring. It felt dirty and amazing to be so hard in front of the large crowd. Dean's fingers continued rubbing against him as he leaned in closer, pressing against his side, revealing that he wasn't as unfazed as his voice might hint.
"I need a martini. The lady in the red dress said you'd remember what it was." Seamus didn't hear the words, only felt the lips on his ear yet again and the timbre of the voice.
After blindly placing the half filled lager on the bar in front of his cousin, Seamus turned to Dean and cupped his face with both his hands. "Did you mean it?"
Dean's grin was cocky and Seamus wanted to wipe it off, whether with his mouth or his hands, he had no idea. "Of course I meant it. You know I did."
Seamus growled before tightening his grip on Dean's face.
"Only you would tell me that here in front of all these people." Seamus leaned in and lipped at Dean's ear before whispering, "Christ but I love you so much, you've not a clue."
"I know." The words were soft but had Seamus staring at Dean even as Dean's hand came to rest on his hip. The touch was light but it had Seamus shuddering from the feel of Dean touching him in front of all those people. No matter how affectionate in private, Dean wasn't comfortable with touching in public yet and Seamus was respectful of that limit.
"That obvious, am I? Have to say that you're much harder to read." He stayed close to Dean, not much caring about anyone around them. They either accepted him or they didn't. Slowly, his hand slid past its spot on Dean's cheek and threaded into the hair at his nape.
Dean laughed and it had Seamus grinning. "I shouldn't have been. How long have you known me, now? Much too long for you to be second guessing anything like that."
Dean's smile was intimate, the one he saved for the bedroom and Seamus couldn't resist it. "Can I kiss you, here, in front of all these people? I've a need for your lips."
"Yes." The answer was so light but Seamus grinned before pressing his lips against Dean's.
"I love you." He mouthed against those lips before pressing closer, bringing their bodies in line. It was more than a kiss that Dean'd agreed to and Seamus knew it. He'd just agreed to come out in front of friends and family in a very large way and Seamus's love for the man increased exponentially.
The noise in the room quieted until there was silence. Seamus finally broke the kiss to look at the crowd. "I love him," he said simply.
It was no wonder, really. Dean completed him.
When the root is deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.
Translations:
Verpiss dich – German - piss off
damnaín, go maithe tú – Irish - I am damned, forgive me
A gràdh – Irish – Sweetheart, My love
Slaínte - Traditional Irish Toast – literal is "health" or "blessings"
I fail at anon. I tried, though ;)
Title: A Root So Deep (2/2)
Author:
wook77Recipient:
kaaleeRating: NC-17
Pairing: Seamus/Dean
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based in the world created by J.K.Rowling. As such, none of these characters belong to me. No harm is meant and no profit is made.
Summary: There is an Irish proverb that states, "when the root is deep, there is no need to fear the wind". Seamus is about to learn how deep the root of his friendship with Dean truly is.
Author's Note: Many many thanks to one very special person (
ficlette that inspired so much of this. Also thanks to my cadre of betas and cheerleaders - anasuede,ficlette,fiona_fawkes,irrevokable,oconel,wendy and yodels, - without whom this story wouldn't be the work it is. The phrases that begin each section are all Irish proverbs or blessings. All Gaelic has been translated by The English-Irish Dictionary. The first part is here.Seamus woke with a raging headache. The cotton-mouth and churning stomach reiterated that he'd probably done something stupid the night before. His memory was fuzzy though and he hoped that the foolish feeling was just due to too much whiskey and not enough common sense.
He cursed the sunlight bleeding through the curtains as he stumbled into the kitchen. His eyes were slits as he searched for the hangover potion that he could have sworn he had somewhere. Each time he shifted his clutter, looking for the bloody potion, metal banged on metal and he cursed low and bitterly. With a heartfelt thanks sent up to whatever god had allowed him to finally find it, Seamus downed the potion and made his way into the bathroom.
The hot shower revived him somewhat. He'd neglected his pub for the past week, ever since he'd realised that Dean was ignoring his owls, and it was time that he corrected that. He didn't want to fail her. With that thought in mind, he grabbed the first pair of denims he could find and a ripped t-shirt that had stood him in good stead for years and dressed quickly.
He waved off Liam and made his way into the office. Paperwork waited for no man and Seamus could see it stacked - the till reports, supply requests and invoices all stacked haphazardly. It was as he was cutting a swath through the paperwork that the door creaked open.
"Whatever it is, I'm not wanting to hear about it, Liam. Why didn't you tell me we were almost out of Harp's? A man's got to have his Harp's. I'll be calling the supplier in a bit to see if he can rush a delivery." Seamus didn't look up from the desk as he spoke.
"'M not Liam." Just like that, Seamus was back to the misery of last night, of the last week, of the last month. Methodically, he put the paperwork down in an organized fashion and then looked at Dean. His mate looked miserable as well and that helped a bit.
"Right, I can see that." There was an awkward pause that they'd never been a pair for before. "I'm not doing this where the world can hear. Come in and shut the door, yeah?"
Dean did so and looked out of place, standing and fidgeting. He'd never been one to fidget, he was always the still one while Seamus was the one that needed to move about.
"If you're just here to tell me, in person, that I shouldn't have pushed, that I'm always pushing and that I shouldn't have, that I made you do something you didn't want to do, that it shouldn't have happened and that I've fucked up the friendship, there's no need. I've given myself that lecture plenty of times. All I can do is promise it won't happen again. 'M sorry for pushing." Seamus raked a hand through his hair as he spoke.
"And if that's not what I want?" Dean's words were soft, so very soft that Seamus wasn't sure that he'd heard properly.
"What? You want me to fuck off and leave you alone? We've been friends for fifteen years, mate. You want me to give that up? Jesus, I didn't think I'd fucked up that badly." His eyes dropped and Seamus looked at the paperwork again, trying to keep his mind on anything but the heartbreak.
"I didn't say that, Shay. You're always talking, can't get a word in but… but this is important and I need to say it." Dean's voice trailed off. "Would you look at me, please?"
It was the pleading that had Seamus looking up.
"I, I've felt things for years around you. You're always touching me and I wrote off the feelings the touching brought to anything but what they might have been. You're so much more open than me, yeah? I plod along and we're really the tortoise and the hare, aren't we? I'm the tortoise, content to be as I am, going with the flow and you're the hare, racing through life and embracing everything. I kissed you." The last words were whispered and if the rest of it didn't make much sense to Seamus, that didn't much matter in the face of the hope that was blossoming.
Instead of speaking, Seamus stood and came around his desk, leaning on the front, closer to Dean but not overly close. "You did, yes. I'll admit to being a bit curious as to why."
"When we found my father, do you remember?" Seamus nodded and Dean continued, "It's been building since you came into the bathroom and then you were wanking and when you were licking me that night, I couldn't hold it anymore. I kissed you." Dean's words were whispered once more.
"Said that already. You seemed to enjoy it as well."
"I did and that scared me and then we kept going. Before I could absorb that I liked kissing you, we had our trousers around our ankles. Your mouth, great God above, your mouth." Dean made an aborted gesture towards Seamus. Responding, Seamus straightened and approached, standing closer but not touching.
"I've a talent for more than talking, then, that's good to know." Seamus laughed, trying to lighten the tension in the room.
"Stop making light, Seamus. I'm saying that I'm attracted to you and that it scares me. It scares me. I never thought of it until you were there and surrounding me." Dean sounded and looked so lost with his eyes downcast, looking anywhere but at Seamus.
"Not once in all these years? You never wanked to thoughts of me? I've done it for years, wanted you, wanted you to want me. I've had more time with it so I can understand the fear. Just," Seamus's voice trailed off as he reached out and touched Dean's arm. "Just don't walk away from me. Don't ignore me. These past few weeks since… well, since, it's been like I'm without my arm or my heart and that's killed me. We can ignore it and go back to what we are or we can work through it just don't ignore me."
Dean responded to the pleading by embracing Seamus tightly and Seamus breathed in the scent, arms coming up and winding tightly as well.
"I know patience isn't one of your virtues but, be patient with me. It's new but it's you and…" Dean trailed off, words soft for all their importance.
"I know, more than you realise." Seamus brushed his lips against Dean's shirt.
"I'm so scared." Dean whispered and Seamus moved his lips to Dean's neck, lightly lipping at the skin there.
"Do you think I'm not? Do you think this is easy for me? You'd be wrong if you did." When Dean turned his head, touching lip to lip with him, Seamus resisted the urge to deepen the touch to a kiss, lovely and wet like the other night.
"I thought it might be. You're more open about yourself, more secure. You're good with change and you know me, I'd be happy if everything stayed the way it was and, just kiss me, will you? Please?" Before the last word could finish, Seamus was touching Dean's lips with his tongue and then Dean was responding, tongue darting out to touch tongue. Seamus fisted his hands into Dean's hair, holding tightly while Dean ravaged his mouth.
Seamus finally halted the kiss. "I need to breathe."
Forehead to forehead, they panted. "Alright there?"
Dean nodded in response. "When we're kissing, it's all I can think of, it's when we stop that it comes rushing back."
"Hate to be the voice of reason and all but I'm not wanting to do this if you're unsure. Not willing to go on like this past month." Seamus pulled back but Dean drew him close again.
"I want to try." Dean leaned forward and nipped Seamus's lip. "I want this." He sucked in the lip, kept it clamped between his teeth. "I want you. Just have some patience with me."
"Alright, then." For Dean, for this, Seamus was willing to be more patient than he'd been in his life.
It was a slow development, slower than Seamus could stomach at times what with knowing what Dean's cock felt like, tasted like. His dreams and fantasies took on a life of their own as he remembered and that memory fueled the need. For every two steps forward, they leaped back a step. Dean was shy and hesitant and not Dean, in Seamus's opinion.
"It's time there's a new piper." Seamus muttered to himself as he waited for Dean to come over for dinner. It was time for the dancing to finish, Seamus wanted and couldn't deal with waiting longer.
The flat was clean (for once) and new sheets were on the bed, the best plates from the pub were on the table and the cook's special Guinness stew was warming on the stove. There was wine and lager ready to be poured and candles sputtering about the flat. Seamus had even put on regular trousers instead of his standard denims along with a button down shirt. The knock on the door came as Seamus was putting the final touches on cleaning.
Opening the door with a grin, Seamus pulled Dean inside. "You know you can just come in, wanker. Always expecting a bloody party when you arrive."
Dean just laughed and looked around the flat before whistling. "What's the occasion?"
"You, mate. I've something for you later." Seamus led them into the kitchen. "Hungry?"
"Pressies? What for?" Dean sniffed appreciatively. "Don't tell me you cooked. I'm not in the mood to be poisoned."
"Sod off, if I bothered to cook, you'd love it. As it happens, though, I had the pub's cook save me some of his stew. Better than my mam's but don't be telling her that."
Dinner was a quick affair, the conversation easy and flowing, each taking opportunities to take the piss out of the other. After dinner, though, Dean looked curious and Seamus shooed him to the main room while he slid the plates into the sink and did a rudimentary cleaning.
"Where are the pressies, then?" Dean asked from the couch as Seamus walked into the room.
"Funny you should ask…" Seamus's voice trailed off.
"You promised pressies, now you're telling me you don't have any? Not on, mate, not on." Dean looked put out and Seamus grinned before moving to stand in front of him.
His hands were slow as they undid his shirt, revealing his chest inch by inch. When the shirt was unbuttoned, he shrugged it off before going to work on his belt and trousers.
"What's this, then?"
"Me, me and my mouth, my body, whatever you want. I'm yours to do with as you please but I'm needing more than my own hand anymore." Reaching out, Seamus touched Dean's face as he stared, either in shock or horror, Seamus couldn't much tell.
"Moving to the next step, are we? What if I'm not ready?" Was Dean toying with him or was he serious? Seamus couldn’t tell.
"I'm hoping you're ready. Am about to burst for wanting you. Need your hands on me, your weight over me. If you're willing, I need you in me." Dean shuddered in response as Seamus revealed his lack of pants as the trousers slid down his legs.
"You're overdressed for this, let me help you." Seamus knelt and started to slide Dean's shirt over his head. "I love to touch you. 'S hard to believe that I get to, you know? That this," Seamus drifted his hands over Dean's chest, touching and tweaking at the rings, "this is mine and I'm allowed. I dreamed of this for years, you know. I'd wank, God, I'd wank over this. Just to feel you."
Seamus leaned forward and tongued one of the rings, pulling it into his mouth. He could feel the tendons in Dean's neck stretch as his head went back, a moan pulled out of his mouth.
"I wanted you for years. Do you remember when we fought about Quidditch and my stubborn pride? That's the first time I noticed you this way. Wanted to do this even then though I didn't realise it at the time." Rubbing his hands up and down Dean's torso, playing lightly over the ridges on Dean's stomach, Seamus continued, "Wanted to taste you even then. Can I taste you now?"
Without waiting for permission, Seamus started undoing Dean's belt and the fastening on his trousers.
"Please." The word was guttural and low and had Seamus's cock twitching.
"Please what? Please touch you?" Seamus pulled Dean's cock free, holding it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip. "Please taste you?" He leaned forward and licked the tip, mouthing it. "Or please stop?" Seamus pulled back and let go, not touching.
Dean growled before pulling Seamus up to ravage his mouth. "Don't stop, you cocktease. Don't fucking stop."
"Cocktease, am I? Sure you know what that means? I've not started yet."
"I'm in for it, aren't I? Do your worst." Dean leaned back and flopped his wrist over his forehead. Seamus laughed before licking and nipping a path down Dean's chest.
"Let's get you out of these." Seamus tugged at Dean's trousers until they reached his shoes. Ever so deliberately, Seamus undid the ties and slid first one shoe and then the other off. He then pulled the socks off, teasingly drifting his fingers over Dean's arch. The trousers came next, followed by Seamus's tongue and lips. "I love your legs, so long and muscular. I love your feet, love that your one toe crooks out a bit from the others. Can't remember how it happened, can you?" Seamus rubbed his finger over it.
"Think my sister broke it, dropped something on it but get on with it, you're killing me here." Dean's head was tossed back and Seamus slid up to lick at the tendons of his neck.
"What do you think you've been doing to me these past two months? Every fucking time you left me after snogging or touching me, I've had to rub one off. I've done it so many times, I think I've rubbed it raw." When Dean's hand twined in his hair, Seamus found himself pulled forward.
"And I'm not frustrated?"
"Couldn't tell that, what with your go slow tortoise approach." Seamus grinned and Dean let go.
"Why do I bother with you?" The exasperation in Dean's voice was belied by the smile and laughter.
"You love my mouth, admit it." Before Dean could react, Seamus grabbed the base of Dean's cock and sucked in as much as he could into his mouth.
"Too right, God, don't stop." The hand in his hair encouraged him to take more and Seamus obliged, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked before licking what he could. "This is what I think about, your mouth and your arse. The thoughts I've ..." Dean gasped as Seamus continued to slide up and down Dean's length. " If I'd had the balls that God gave a Gryffindor, I would have said it earlier but oh there, right there, Shay but I didn't know how to say I wanted to fuck you into the mattress and, Jesus, you've a mouth on you."
Seamus pulled off after licking the purpling vein one last time but kept his grip firm. "You just did. Did you think I'd turn it down? That's my main fantasy, you over me, in me, on me, all around me. 'M not a mind-reader, you know. Talk to me. Please, I need you to talk to me."
"I've wanted you there, just there for weeks. Even after I ran and don't you laugh at me, after I ran that first night, the sight of you on your knees in front of me has haunted me."
"What else, what else do you want?" Seamus leaned and licked at the rings again, tongued them and tugged at them.
"You. just you, Shay." More than anything Dean could have said, that simple admission broke Seamus. Sliding up Dean's body, Seamus kissed him deeply, hungrily.
Dean's arms came around him and held tight, insistently lifting him so that he sat on Dean's lap. Their erections brushed and the couch was suddenly too small because Seamus wanted to lay them out, one on top of the other and he didn't much care who was on top.
"The bedroom, Shay, let's go to the bedroom." Dean was much better at mind reading, Seamus decided as Dean stood and Seamus's legs slid to the ground.
"You going to fuck me through the mattress?"
Dean laughed and started to back up towards the bedroom, kneading Seamus's arsecheeks with his hands, pulling him along in his wake. "That's the plan."
A shudder wracked his body at Dean's acknowledgement. They only bumped into the doorframe on their way before Dean pulled him down onto the bed, Seamus on top. He moaned and Dean swallowed the sound, whimpering.
Seamus started lightly rutting against Dean, erections rubbing. In response, Dean grasped Seamus's hair, taking control. "You're going to make me come, you keep doing that."
"That's the plan." Seamus responded and Dean laughed at hearing his own words echoed back at him.
"Not until I'm in you, if this is about what I want and you're my present then I want your arse." Seamus smirked in response even as he ran his thumb across the tip of Dean's cock and lifted it to his mouth, licking off the wetness.
Dean growled and flipped them, pressing Seamus into the mattress. His movements were rough as he lifted Seamus's hands over his head and held them there with his left hand. "Such a naughty mouth," he murmured as he rubbed against the thigh that found its way between his legs.
If anyone were to ask, Seamus would deny that the mewl that sounded in the room came from him. But when Dean rolled on top, taking control and forcing Seamus's hands over his head, he almost came.
This was more than he'd dreamed, Dean taking control and making Seamus do what he wanted, Christ it was hot and overwhelming. He cried out when Dean finally grabbed his cock, arching into that hot palm.
Melting into the kiss suddenly forced on him as much as his bound hands would allow, Seamus used his teeth to pull Dean lower, closer.
"Whatever you want, Dean, whatever you want, please, anything."
"Tell me how we do this, I'm not going to last much longer." Dean's hands let go of Seamus and when he lifted off slightly, Seamus opened the drawer of his bedside table and flailed for the lube he kept in there.
Not willing to take the time directions would take, Seamus spread the lube between both his hands, one moving to take Dean's cock in hand, the other penetrating himself, stretching and moving.
"There, please, go." Seamus arched up into Dean, rubbing against one another again before grabbing Dean's cock and trying to guide it. Dean batted his hand away, though and guided himself to Seamus's hole. "Slow, Dean, just go slow."
Dean nodded, pressing his forehead to Seamus's before starting a slow penetration, sinking into the heat and moaning as he drove further in. Seamus's face twisted, the burn of the initial penetration sweeping through him before he finally adapted. He nodded and Dean finished, sinking balls' deep into him. He felt full, almost too full, of Dean's cock but he wouldn't trade it for the world, not with Dean's face screwing up into that expression and the weight of him pressing down, trapping him.
When Dean pulled out and then slammed back in, Seamus cried out. "Sorry, so sorry, I'll stop, didn't mean it." Dean sounded panicked.
"You'd better have meant it or you're a worse cocktease than I've ever been. Move, for the love of God, move." Seamus thrust his hips into Dean, sinking him further.
Dean took him at his word, thrusting in and pulling back before thrusting once more. Seamus lifted his legs so that they rested over Dean's shoulders, blessing those yoga lessons in whatever city they'd been in. When Dean's hand grasped his one leg, gripping it tightly, Seamus shuddered. When that hand then slid down his leg until it could grasp his cock, Seamus lost that last thread of control and came, panting and moaning. Unintelligible words like yes and you and fuck and only you poured out of his mouth.
It was far too much and Seamus hoped he hadn't blacked out like he suspected he might have. Dean's body was heavy over his but Seamus didn't mind.
Dean thrust once, twice more and then he was coming as well, dropping onto Seamus. The silence grew between them, slowly becoming awkward and he knew that Dean was starting to think too much about what'd just happened. Dean rolled off, removing that comforting weight from Seamus. He protested the loss with a moan as he wanted nothing more than to keep touching, curl into Dean like a sodding jessie and sleep but then Dean opened his mouth.
"Seamus, I…" Dean trailed off.
"If you say we shouldn't have done that or anything else similar, I swear to all that's holy that I will punch you, amazing fuck or no." Seamus muttered the words as he put an arm over his eyes. If Dean was going to ruin this glow and moment, Seamus didn't really want to see it.
Dean sighed. "I'm not gonna say that. I just don't-- I'm not sure we should--"
Then his hand crept over, touching Seamus lightly with the back.
"Good thing you aren't going to say any of that." Seamus rolled to face Dean. "Then I couldn't do this." Seamus cupped Dean's cheek and leaned to press a kiss lightly to Dean's lips.
"Or this." Seamus drifted a hand down the side of Dean's body, the back of his hand lightly playing over that skin that he'd gripped and touched before.
"Or even this." Shifting slightly, Seamus leaned in and licked the ring closer to him, catching the loop with the tip of his tongue and tugging lightly.
"I'd hate to ruin this mug." Seamus's hand drifted back up to stroke Dean's face.
"Will you stay?"
Dean shifted, pulling Seamus slightly on top of him. The pressure of his body seemed to comfort Dean, calming the uncertainty.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay." Dean's voice was soft and sleepy. "You'll stay too, yeah?"
"Course, mate, it's my bed. Are we going to be weird in the morning?" Seamus shifted so he was a bit more on top of Dean, leg thrown over him as if he could hold him there and keep him from bolting.
As he waited for Dean's answer, Seamus reached up and twined a hand into Dean's hair and with his other hand, grabbed Dean's arm and pulled it around himself.
He felt like a sap as he arranged them so that he was held but, Christ, he wanted the fantasy at the least, even if Dean wasn't there in the morning. The feel of Dean's fingertips brushing small circles across his back soothed and relaxed him.
"Nah. I won't be weird. Unless you're weird. Don't be weird, alright? You'll set me off."
"I'll be sure to be my normal morning self. I know how much you love me when I'm grumpy." The small circles had goose pimples rising on Seamus's flesh.
Pushing his nose into Dean's neck, he mumbled, "Sleep now?"
Dean shifted, moulding their bodies closer and Seamus slowly drifted off, the rhythmic rise and fall of Dean's chest lulling him the rest of the way.
The pub was full of friends and family, crowded to the point of having too many people, really. They were all there to celebrate the continued success of Seamus's pub over the six months it'd been open.
Time had passed quickly, time spent either at Dean's or, more than likely, Seamus's flat above the pub. Time spent exploring each other, adapting and learning. Time spent without the words 'I love you'. If it hadn't been for that small deficiency, these past few months with Dean would have been the greatest time of his life. He couldn't count the number of times he'd bit back the words, not wanting to push and giving Dean his request for patience.
Liam waved him over to the bar and Seamus excused himself from the rambling conversation that he was having with his uncle to man the taps until Liam returned from the supply room. Sending a prayer of thanks to Heaven, Seamus grinned as he watched Dean move through the crowd, taking drink orders and making sure that everyone was well satisfied. Dean's willingness to pitch in as waitstaff was a godsend and Seamus couldn't help eyeing Dean's arse as he shimmied between two crowds and raised three fingers, signaling for three lagers more. Considering who they were for, Seamus pulled the tap for the Harp's and laid them on the counter. He slapped away a few greedy hands as he watched Dean approach. Answering Dean's grin with a sly wink and a leer, he gestured towards the three pints on the bar.
Instead of worming his way through the crowd in front of the bar, Dean came in behind him and leaned around him to gather up the pints. His voice was intimate as it purred into his ear, close enough for the breath to puff against it, "You know, you keep watching my arse trot about the room and you aren't going to get anything done here. Think about the tips you'll lose."
It was a good thing Seamus was behind the bar because even now, after five months of their dating and three months of steady shagging, Dean could get Seamus to react with a whisper. They'd had just long enough together for Dean to know all his buttons to push and not enough time for Seamus to learn to resist them.
Responding like he thought Dean wanted, Seamus leaned back into Dean, rubbing his arse into Dean's crotch. "Fuck the tips, mate. The crowd isn't paying anyway. I'd much rather watch your arse and think about what it could be doing right now than worry about a few ales and thirsty people."
"You are such a tease, Shay," Dean purred into his ear, "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? And you know that this little party of yours doesn't end for a few hours yet?"
Seamus could feel Dean responding as he wiggled his arse deeper into Dean. It never failed to amaze Seamus that this was real and happening and not just a fantasy.
"Do I? I'm just trying to help you distribute a few beers to the masses. Although, we could disappear for a bit, no one would miss us. What do you say, as soon as Liam reappears…" Seamus's voice trailed off on a husky note.
"This is your party, Finnigan," Dean laughed into his ear. "You know you've got to stay here and mingle with your guests."
"'M not mingling now, stuck behind the bar like this." Seamus was distracted by the feel of Dean's hand on his arm, his warmth baking into his back, the touch of his lips on his ear and then…
"I love you, Shay." The words took a few minutes to penetrate, dampened as they were by the crowd and the noise around them. The moment dragged on as Seamus absorbed them, wondered if he'd misheard. When he turned to say something to Dean, Dean was gone, lost in the crowd with a tray of beers for the groups. He barely caught sight of him as he shimmied between a group of Seamus's cousins and a group of friends.
He didn't know what to think, how to react. Instead, he stared after Dean bemusedly. When he finally found Dean again, the tosser was flirting with a woman in a bright red dress and a small thread of jealousy snuck through before Seamus pushed it down. Dean'd just said he loved Seamus, hadn't he? He was just helping the lady with her drink.
As he responded to his uncle's pounding on the bar with a pint and then talking to his cousin in a low yell about his fine place, a right fine place, he lost track of Dean. The drifting hand on his thigh startled him into spilling the lager he'd been pouring. It felt dirty and amazing to be so hard in front of the large crowd. Dean's fingers continued rubbing against him as he leaned in closer, pressing against his side, revealing that he wasn't as unfazed as his voice might hint.
"I need a martini. The lady in the red dress said you'd remember what it was." Seamus didn't hear the words, only felt the lips on his ear yet again and the timbre of the voice.
After blindly placing the half filled lager on the bar in front of his cousin, Seamus turned to Dean and cupped his face with both his hands. "Did you mean it?"
Dean's grin was cocky and Seamus wanted to wipe it off, whether with his mouth or his hands, he had no idea. "Of course I meant it. You know I did."
Seamus growled before tightening his grip on Dean's face.
"Only you would tell me that here in front of all these people." Seamus leaned in and lipped at Dean's ear before whispering, "Christ but I love you so much, you've not a clue."
"I know." The words were soft but had Seamus staring at Dean even as Dean's hand came to rest on his hip. The touch was light but it had Seamus shuddering from the feel of Dean touching him in front of all those people. No matter how affectionate in private, Dean wasn't comfortable with touching in public yet and Seamus was respectful of that limit.
"That obvious, am I? Have to say that you're much harder to read." He stayed close to Dean, not much caring about anyone around them. They either accepted him or they didn't. Slowly, his hand slid past its spot on Dean's cheek and threaded into the hair at his nape.
Dean laughed and it had Seamus grinning. "I shouldn't have been. How long have you known me, now? Much too long for you to be second guessing anything like that."
Dean's smile was intimate, the one he saved for the bedroom and Seamus couldn't resist it. "Can I kiss you, here, in front of all these people? I've a need for your lips."
"Yes." The answer was so light but Seamus grinned before pressing his lips against Dean's.
"I love you." He mouthed against those lips before pressing closer, bringing their bodies in line. It was more than a kiss that Dean'd agreed to and Seamus knew it. He'd just agreed to come out in front of friends and family in a very large way and Seamus's love for the man increased exponentially.
The noise in the room quieted until there was silence. Seamus finally broke the kiss to look at the crowd. "I love him," he said simply.
It was no wonder, really. Dean completed him.
Translations:
Verpiss dich – German - piss off
damnaín, go maithe tú – Irish - I am damned, forgive me
A gràdh – Irish – Sweetheart, My love
Slaínte - Traditional Irish Toast – literal is "health" or "blessings"
